ABIGAIL'S POV

I looked around my little cottage and breathed in the familiar fragrance of my home.

Strangely, even though I had been away for two weeks, there was not a speck of dust to be seen.

It was as if someone had thoroughly swept and wiped every inch of my cottage but everything was still in the exact same place. The roses that lay beside my window still looked healthy despite the fact that I had not watered them for two weeks.

Strange.

I heard a soft whimper and I quickly headed toward my bedroom. Edwin had sat up in bed and was now rubbing his eyes, and trying...